ON BLAKE STREET

I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again,
but if I do, I want you to notice
and nod your head, or even turn away –

if you can, run over to the florist
or the fruit shop, make me believe
you have more important things to do

than to be here in my poem,
turning up again after all these years,
noticing me in the street

before making for the nearest distraction.